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Whats a good river kayak for a beginner?
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I have never been kayaking before but I would like to get into it. I live near the James River in Virginia. Some parts are slightly rocky, but its pretty good for kayaking. What would be a good kayak to get and where should I get it? My price range is $500-$700, but not more than that because Im buying a rack for my car too...Thanks!


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For a beginner I suggest you to buy a 12 -14 ft wide bottom kayak. You should look for kayak that has good "initial stability" Kayka width about 24-26" I would recommend something like this: http://www.rei.com/online/store/ProductDisplay?storeId=800 0&catalogId=40000008000&productId=48016308&parent_category_rn=450 1486&vcat=REI_SSHP_PADDLING_TOC

ever get robbed by the police?
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on our harlies, we were on our way to quaker steak and lube to get some wings and have some fun cause the weather just broke 72deg. 4 of us get on i90 west, 2 miles later when a rocky river squad car gets behind us im thinking no worries, then the lights and sirens come on, wtf! we pull off and cop gets me for novice no helmit and improper display of plate cause i have a custom harley with a side mount plate. and then gets my bro for no motorcycleendorsementt . ok fine i say my wife isbringingn my helmit now and a trailer now for my bros bike. cop says no he is calling a tow truck for both bikes, and unless i have 100 dollars for the tow driver when he shows up they are taking both the bikes and he wants our keys. im wondering whats he need our bike keys for ? and about that time my wife shows up with my helmit and truck with trailer to tow my bros 2008 superglide. so i ask the cop , can we go now? he says not till the tow shows up and you give them 50 bucks for each bike. so we waited 10 more minutes for baker towing to show and take our hard earnings for the week in this economy wtf. needless to say our weekend was shot, we are out 50 bucks each and who knows how much in court costs. i ask to be judged by my peers did i get robbed for the tow? my bike-http://www.flickr.com/photos/30930693@N06/3460877445/sizes/l /


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Yep that's the police in America for you. They are all about taking your money! I once was sitting on my tail gate, on a private property perking lot. My place of employments parking lot to be exact. In my assigned parking space! I had gone to a bar after work with my co workers after we closed. I drank more than I should have. I got dropped off at my truck by a co worker. I got in my truck started the engine and saw twice as many gages than the truck was equipped with. I turned off my truck removed my keys and went to my tail gate. I sat on my tail gate with my keys next to me. I called my co worker who had just dropped me off to come back and pick me up to give me a ride home rather than drive intoxicated. She told me that it would be a little while because she was at a gas station filling up. A sheriffs officer pulled into the private parking lot ( not visible from the street). He walked up to me still sitting on my tail gate and asked me what I was doing. while still on the phone I said " I'm waiting on my friend to come and pick me up". The officer asked me "Why, is your truck broke down?". I replied "No, I just had to much to drink and I do not want to drive drunk". The officer then asked who I was talking to. I said "The person who is coming to pick me up and take me home.". He then snatched the phone away from me and told them " Don't worry we are going to take real good care of him tonight." The officer then arrested me for public intoxication on private property where I was employed. I sat in the squad car for about 30 minutes. Then I see a tow truck pulling up. I said " Are you going to tow my truck?" He said " Yes we have a deal with the city that says anyone arrested gets their car towed." Mind you that I was on private property, in front of my work place, in my assigned parking spot, not in public view! It was in wimberley Texas. Its a small town and there is no cab service that runs there. It cost me $400 dollars for a public intox even though I was not in public and another $100 dollars to get my truck out of impound! What was I to do in that situation? I was doing the responsible thing and not driving drunk! I later realized that it was the end of the month and that they were trying to make their quota! They say that they do not have quotas but that is a joke! My boss was furious about the whole thing, But it was a small business and he did not have the money nor did I to fight that injustice! The complaints fell on deaf ears! Welcome to the American "JUSTICE" system! Its all about the money! Protect and serve my @$s! They are not about justice only money! So yes I have been robbed by the police!

Poetry, in your opinion how good?
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Read this poem and on a scale of 1-10 how good and then guess the age of the author(: thanks Moonlight Rain I awake to the sound of rain tapping at the sides of the tent as fierce as a beating drum. Restless I unzip the cloth door, and wander out into the moonlight I dance down to the river the earth gushing between my toes, mud eating at my heals and water beginning to penetrate through my many layers. I find my rocky perch above the river. All is silent, but the sound of the harsh rain smashing on the thirsty skin of the earth. Crawling across the branches of the trees it makes woods glisten under the moonlight like a freshly waxed car. The pouring rain comes to a slow halt, The clouds begin tumble away leaving only a mist in their trail. The sun creeps up from behind the trees as I slip back into the tent.


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It's not bad. You should keep writing poetry. The writer is 12. Mistakes in the scene indicate this to me.

I had a really strange dream. What does it mean?
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I had a dream that I was sitting in a restaurant with my family and another family who were my neighbors (I don't know who the people are, I only saw them in my dream). When we finished eating we went outside and everything was very rocky. There was a river and from the other side people were firing catapults at us, but no one got hurt. Then the woman from the other family took a bullet that was lying on the ground and put the gunpowder in a circle around her car, then she sat inside and burned the car and herself. Then we started driving home and it was late at night. Everyone was very sad. I was sitting in the backseat with my sister and one guy that I really liked. The man that was driving poured some liquor into glasses and all of us started drinking and I felt really drunk. Then I woke up. This is a really weird dream. What could it mean?


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lol it doesnt mean anything evryone has dreams that dont make sense

My band got asked to do a small gig what do you think of our setlist sofar?
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We got asked to do a sort of rocky feel that people can dance to. We normally only do it for enjoyment, but a friend asked if we could do her birthday party. So far we've got (In no particular order): She Sells Sanctuary - The Cult Just What I Needed - The Cars Ashes to Ashes - David Bowie All or Nothing - Small Faces Avalon - Roxy Music Oh Yeah - Roxy Music Johnny B. Good - Chuck Berry Jean Geanie - David Bowie Ballroom Blitz - Sweet Tin Solider - Small Faces Cool For Cats - Squeeze Sulky Girl - Robert Palmer Twenty Flight Rock - Eddie Cochran Ha Ha Said the Clown - Manfred Mann Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Tears For Fears Take Me to the River - Talking Heads Summertime Blues - Eddie Cochran Twist and Shout - The Beatles Any others, be aware none of us are guitar heros and we don't want anything to heavy or complex or if we don't like it. Fonzie - Maybe for the late set when everyone's drunk Mother Russia - Hey that's the sort of stuff the Birthday Girl wants. She should know, seeing she is IN the band and it's her 21st if you're interested.


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No Chicken Dance or Mustang freakin' Sally? j/k! Looks good to me man. Break a leg!

Would you vote for the Rhino Party?
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I'm just curious. I think it would be awesome to bring it back. For those who don't know: The Rhinoceros Party was a registered political party in Canada from the 1960s to the 1990s. Operating within the Canadian tradition of political satire, the Rhinoceros Party's basic credo, their so-called primal promise, was "a promise to keep none of our promises." They then promised outlandishly impossible schemes designed to amuse and entertain the voting public. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rhino_party) Here are some of their platform promises: * Repealing the law of gravity * Paving Manitoba to create the world's largest parking lot * Providing higher education by building taller schools * Instituting English, French and illiteracy as Canada's three official languages * Tearing down the Rocky Mountains so that Albertans could see the Pacific sunset * Making Montreal the Venice of North America by damming the St. Lawrence River * Abolishing the environment because it's too hard to keep clean and it takes up so much space * Annexing the United States, which would take its place as the third territory, after the Yukon and the Northwest Territories (Nunavut did not yet exist) in Canada's backyard, in order to eliminate foreign control of Canada's natural resources * Ending crime by abolishing all laws * Paving the Bay of Fundy to create more parking in the Maritimes * Turning Montreal's Saint Catherine Street into the world's longest bowling alley * Adopting the British system of driving on the left; this was to be gradually phased in over five years with large trucks and tractors first, then buses, eventually including small cars and bicycles last * Selling the Canadian Senate at an antique auction in California * Putting the national debt on Visa * Declaring war on Belgium because a Belgian cartoon character, Tintin, killed a rhinoceros in one of the cartoons * Offering to call off the proposed Belgium-Canada war if Belgium delivered a case of mussels and a case of Belgian beer to Rhinoceros "Hindquarters" in Montréal (the Belgian Embassy in Ottawa did, in fact, do this) * Painting Canada's coastal sea limits in watercolour so that Canadian fish would know where they were at all times * Banning guns and butter, since both kill * Banning lousy Canadian winters * Renaming the country Nantucket * Building a bridge spanning the country, from Vancouver Island to Newfoundland. * Making the Trans-Canada Highway one way only. * Changing Canada's currency to bubble gum, so it could be inflated or deflated at will. * Donate a free rhinoceros to every aspiring artist in Canada I listed them all just for a good laugh. I know that it was Canadian. But would you vote for a party similar to them? I ask this because of the upcoming elections. Or are you planning on voting for one of the main parties?


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totally

Ferry Boat Capsize - What's Your Response?
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You and someone else are in your car on a night ferry crossing of river when vessel is knocked over by something and suddenly your vehicle slides behind bright headlights down to a rocky bottom at six fathoms. Other vehicles impact nearby as you can hear crushing of metal. You sit in waist deep slowly rising cold water as electrical system shorts, horn blows non-stop, and exterior water pressure seals doors until all air escapes. While you can yet breath what do you shout to the other person ?


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"I'll never let you go Rose!"

Christians/Atheists: What is your idea of Hell? Take me step by step on what you think it would be like?
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If you were to die and enter Hell, what do you believe would happen exactly? You can make a short story out of it, for instance. "The car hit me and in an instant moment I saw myself spiraling into a world faster than the speed of light until I suddenly came to a hault on a rocky platform overlooking a dark river. Then after 5 minutes of standing I see something ahead in a rowboat paddling slowly towards me, I was alone ..." etc.... Thanks for answering.


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As an atheist, I don't believe in hell, but if there were a hell, it'd be like "Telemarketers' night" at the Ice Capades.

Physiological base behind dreams?
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I had this dream last night... well actually 3 of them. My friend told me your dreams usually reflect off your life. So I'm curious what mine might mean. Want to help? Any clue what they could mean? . Starting at my grandparents people came in and tried to kill me. They were saying I was too dangerous. I run towards the high school and just keep running. Somehow I hijack a car and drive with another man who said he would keep me safe. I end up at the base of a mountain and the car fails to get up the rocky cliff. One of the groups of people after me captures me but a friend of mine betrays them and helps me out. We abandon the car and start to climb the cliff. The friend of mine helps me climb and catches me when I fall. Once we reach the top where the cliff steeply drops down we decide to rest. The mountain is very unstable and could fall at any moment, so we had to be careful. That is where that dream ends. . The second goes like this... I started the dream by telling the story of what had happened in my oldest remembered dream. So I was telling the story of a dream inside a dream. The story was about how I was walking up a river but it was revolting and disgusting. At the end of the flash back I was on the same river on a giant boat with about 5 other people. running around and working about the boat. Suddenly the boat starts to sink fast. The twins on the boat jump off first onto the shore. The blonde girl jumped off and landed on a rock, got up, and ran away. The small boy jumped but landed in the river and died. Me and the last boy held hands and jumped off into a tree as the ship exploded. We climbed down and started to hike back to the road that led to the river start which was a lake. Something was following, I could tell, so I grabbed on to his arm and whispered in his ear about it. Yet we kept walking on hoping we could take whatever it was down if it attacked. But soon I was knocked down and blacking out slowly. I couldn't move but I saw the boy protectively standing over me. He looked almost like an animal snarling the way his face was and the way he was crouched over me. That was when I blacked out. When I woke up I was in a forest with my best friend. It was more of a modern time and we were talking about how hopefully the man we were looking for was there. We had searched other places but never found him. I had no clue why we were searching or who he was, but I knew he was very important. We got to a camp that looked very similar to my summer camp, Camp Bernie. We went to the stables and looked at all the horses. They were in the field and it was starting to rain so we lead them inside. I made sure not to choose the follower horse at the end so I could ride, not follow. I choose a black horse and the both of us rode out into the woods. After some searching we found a tomb. We smashed the doors and there stood the man crying and saying my name. I did not remember who he was but he was the same man from the boat. We stood staring at each other. I started to cry and ran to him. I held him in a hug, burring myself into him because he was taller than me. This is when he said he would continue to protect me. The dream ended there by me getting woken up. . So... anything interesting about my dreams?


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What would men be without women? Scarce, sir, mighty scarce

Constructive criticism on the beginning of my story?
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I've posted a few extracts from this before - it's the beginning of my novel. Anyone who's come across this before will see it's changed a bit - Isabel originally rescues him from the sea, but I thought maybe that was too unbelievable. Anyway, any opinions welcome. I wonder, if a bolt of lightning hit the power lines, would it travel along the wire, into the house, into my computer, through my charging i-pod, in through the earphones and fry my brain? Not that there’s any lightening in the sky, though it can’t be too far away. Flakes of snow have been drifting down all day, the vanguard of the approaching storm. Outside, the grass and stone of my surroundings are covered with a thin layer of white, thickening with every moment. A glimmer of movement outside distracts me. The police car is leaving I watch it go down the twisting driveway, waiting until a flash of sun reflected from the windshield tells me it’s reached the main road. Yanking the earphones out, I shut down the computer and head down the stairs, boots in hand. Buck, catching my excitement, pushes in front of me causing my feet, clad only in socks, to slip on the wooden stairs. For a few heartbeat less seconds I feel the pull of gravity, drawing me to the tiles below. Images flash through my mind of myself falling down to the cold tiles below, bones splintering, head cracking. I right myself and continue down, taking deep breaths to recover my shattered nerves. Buck is almost turning cartwheels in the hallway. Well, as close to cartwheels as a giant hairy dog can get. Rachel is at the bottom of the stairs, examining her reflecting critically in the mirror. She pushes a strand of hair back into place before turning to me. I sit on the bottom step, pulling my boots on. “What did the police want?” She shrugs. “Another hiker’s gone missing. You’d think people would have more sense than to go tramping over the hills at this time of year, especially in this weather.” “Like me, you mean?” She smiles. “You know the hills so well. That doesn’t mean I’m not worried though.” “Buck needs walking. So do I. I’d go mad if I spent too long indoors.” I could kick myself. If Rachel has noticed my little slip-up she doesn’t let on. “How many hikers have gone missing this year?” She wrinkles her forehead in thought. “It must be at least ten since I came here.” “I think twelve, maybe more.” I concentrate very hard on keeping my sock from wrinkling uncomfortably inside the boot. “Is that normal?” “I can’t really say I’ve noticed. A few go missing every year. The hills around here are more dangerous than people think.” I stand up, pulling on my coat and gloves. Rachel follows me through the kitchen to the back door. She looks up at the old tower on the hill. Black against the massing grey clouds, like a finger making a rude gesture out to sea. Or beckoning ships to their doom. Rachel shivers. “I think it’s that place.” “Don’t tell me you believe my Dad’s ghost stories about witches keeping people locked in there?” “Course not. It’s still creepy though.” I open the door. “Iz, wait, you’re forgetting something.” She hands me my mask. “Come on, no one’s going to be out there today.” “Just to be on the safe side. There might still be some police poking around.” I take the mask from Rachel and roll it down over my face. At least it will help to keep me warm. Outside, Buck leads the way as we walk past the lake. Although I had planned to walk over the hills this afternoon, the approaching storm sends me instead on the shorter walk to the beach. Buck runs along the edge of the lake, its waterfall frozen to a dull red icicle, stretching from cliff to surface. He follows the river down to the shore, running through its rocky tunnel. I hold my breath until I see him emerge safely on the sand, his coat stained with something like rust. The cold snap has come on so suddenly that Buck’s winter coat hasn’t had a chance to come through yet, though you can see the fur thickening at his shoulder and along his spine. I plunge my hands into the thick brush on his neck, trying to warm them. Winter is usually my favourite time of year. I enjoy seeing the impact of my presence on the world. My feel crunch over the snow, foot prints quickly wiped out by the increasing fall of snow. I take a deep breath and breathe out, the warm air waiting for a moment before being dragged away by the wind. I settle myself on a boulder, watching Buck run alongside the tide line, whining out to sea. I pull the envelope from my pocked and run my fingers over the handwritten address. An American postmark and stamp. I don’t know anyone in America. I try to remember if Rachel has mentioned anything about Aunt Lilla going there for the holidays. But I know I would recognise her handwriting. From its thickness, I guess it’s a Christmas card. Christmas is still two days away. Should I open it? Who would know? I turn the card over in my hands, considering. I look out to sea. While I’ve be I turn the card over in my hands, considering. I look out to sea. While I’ve been sitting here the wind has increased, whipping the sea into a frenzy. I admire the iron grey of the sea, a perfect complement to the heavy clouds. Snowflakes land on the envelope, blurring the last line of the address. Here isn’t the place to read it. I shove the envelope into the deep pocket of my parka and call to Buck, who is hidden from view behind a pile of rocks. He mustn’t be able to hear me for the wind. As I draw closer, I see he’s nosing at the chest of a young man, sitting on the beach and rapidly becoming covered by the increasing snowfall. The boy is soaking, hair plastered to his head, whether from seawater or snow, I can’t tell. He stares at me blankly, seemingly totally unaware of his surroundings. The wind redoubles its efforts and I’m nearly blown off my feet. It’s probably a bad idea to take him home with me, but what’s the alternative. I don’t see anyone else around and if I leave him here he’ll probably be dead before too long. “The house”, I chatter through my teeth, gesturing feebly up the slope. “It’s not far”. The wind whips the words from my lips, carrying them off out to sea, he looks at me with incomprehension. I take off my parka and throw it around him and offer a hand up. After a long pause, he takes it. Together we stagger forwards. I look around me. In the time I’ve spent on the beach, the snow storm that has been In the time I’ve spent on the beach, the snow storm that has been threatening all day has now broken in earnest. At the most, I can only see a few feet in front of me. The house is lost in the snow. I try to think. Find the stream. I head up the beach, my arm around the boys shoulders. Walking into the wind is like walking into a wall, for every two steps we take, I think we’re blown another step backwards. Every breath is like inviting a thousand icicles to stab my insides. Eventually we stumble over the rocky entrance to the tunnel the stream runs through. From there I am able to follow the stream up to the lake. From here it should just be a short walk to the house, but I still can’t see it. Buck forges ahead, coat so crusted with ice he looks like some kind of snow monster, at least twice his normal size. I trip and fall into a snow drift, almost dragging the boy down with me. It feels so warm. It’s so tempting to lie here. To rest, just for a few moments. I know it's quite long, but I'd really appreciate any feedback and thoughts on how it could be improved, or whether anyone would be interested in reading more of something like this. Oh, and I know there's a few typo. I'm correcting them right now


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First thing in, "I wonder, if a bolt of lightning hit the power lines, would it travel along the wire, into the house, into my computer, through my charging i-pod, in through the earphones and fry my brain?" - take out the "I wonder" because it's redundant. Who else would wonder about that but the main character? Okay, once you take that out, you need to have one sentence that snaggs the reader's attention immediately. Since you're talking about Lightning, why don't you use lighting. So, "Lightning. if a bolt of lightning hit the power lines, would it travel along the wire, into the house, into my computer, through my charging i-pod, in through the earphones and fry my brain?" Well, I don't have a lot of time, but from what I see, you've got good sentence structure/variety, so that's good. Something just caught my attention: "Walking into the wind is like walking into a wall, for every two steps we take, I think we’re blown another step backwards." Obviously you're trying to make it tense and scary. Short sentences can do a great deal. Take out the "for" do a new sentence. Take out the "I think", it weakens the whole thing. "Every breath is like inviting a thousand icicles to stab my insides. " Exaggerate when you write. "Every breath IS a thousand isicles standing my insides". See how strong it becomes? Good luck, those are just a few pointers. I do Fictionpress under the name of Narq. I think Fictionpress is a good site to put your stuff on. I'll be glad to help you out if you decide to use FP!!